Everyone on the battlefield began to slow.
Like marionettes caught in a dream, the mages of Yuzen moved sluggishly, their reactions dulled, their spells delayed. The green mist of Kaen's time-slowing potion spread wide — a silent storm of advantage.
Veon's eyes gleamed with fire. Veon – "This is it. Now we move."
He and his unit charged forward like wolves among sheep. Yuzen's mages fell one by one — helpless, like playthings in the hands of predators. The battlefield turned red, but to Veon, it was a game of dominance.
On the other end, Sia's unit was also affected. Her soldiers struggled to move, but her voice cut through the fog.
Sia (yelling, tense) – "Veon! Get inside the wall! Hurry! Sir Mekamaru is still in there alone! He's injured… if an elite shows up, he might not last!"
Veon clenched his jaw, turning his eyes toward the wall. He nodded once — sharp and quick. Veon – "I'm going."
Inside the fortress wall…
